Healing?

They put me on meds after I went to the Psych Ward. Then took me off, because I ended up back there again. Once I got out, I was off meds and feeling better. And then things went wrong. They put me back on meds. Five months of trying to find the right medication, two months of getting used to the correct one. I think everyone wishes to not have to take medication to feel better, but sometimes it’s a necessity. I am thankful, no matter how angry I look taking that stupid blue pill.